Porcelain Doll Novels & Stories

Holding firm to her belief that as long as she did not feel awkward, it would not directly affect her, Camellia quickly averted her gaze and focused on the burial artifacts before her. The most striking piece was a tall greenish-white porcelain soul jar that was over three feet tall. Its top featured a crane, the neck encircled by a coiled cloud dragon, with twelve figurines standing below the dragon. Camellia's eyes lit up with excitement, convinced that this trip was more than worth it.

“You don’t like them? I told Diego we should get something more grand and you weren’t a kid but he kept saying you’d find them cute and you’ll like them and your chance of rejecting them would be low…I’m going to kill him…” He was literally fuming. “It’s not as if I don’t like them but what are they called?” “Oh.” He breathed and then sat beside me. He took the armless doll and explained. “This is called the kokeshi doll, as the seller said, they’re known for their hand-painted faces, floral patterns and lack of arms and legs.” He then picked up the cat. “What did she called this again? Oh, the Maneki Neko, aka, lucky cat, they’re often gotten to attract luck, wealth of happiness and I got t

It's six o'clock in the afternoon after Lucien reading the documents at his hand. Opening the drawer, there is a diamond cartoon character doll in the drawer, with straight black hair, small white face, small sharp chin, and two large black crystal eyes shining with dazzling light. This is a cartoon doll that Lucien specially custom made for Nina in Swarovski. The doll stands on the table playfully, which is very different from the cold atmosphere of the president's office. It is very eye-catching. The first time he saw a similar cartoon figure in the show window in Chicago, he thought of Nina. Girls like this kind of shiny thing, and Nina will certainly like it too.

" I tried to grab it, but he shoved me back hard, and I tumbled to the floor once more. "No excuses!" Nash's fury was boiling over as he jabbed a finger at the doll. "Ever since your sister came out of your room, she's been covered in rashes and can barely breathe. The doctor says it's an acrylic allergy. What else could it be, if not this junky toy?" He lifted his arm. "Please, no!" Crash! The porcelain doll lay in pieces before me. "Mom… Mom!" I crouched and shakily tried to gather the broken fragments. Alas, no matter how gently I tried, the doll was beyond repair.

Not hers. My hands started shaking. 'Are they selling off coma patients' bodies?' All those stories from school came flooding back. My skin crawled. I fought the nausea and fear, forced myself to finish cleaning her up. I was about to leave when I saw it—the music box on her nightstand. Ms. Deinert had told me not to mess with it. But my hand moved anyway. I popped it open. No music. Just velvet at the bottom. Then I saw it—tiny crumbs near the edge. Crackers, maybe?

But I didn’t move. Dolls don’t beg. That night, he fucked me bent over his antique chaise, calling me “his porcelain girl” as he thrust deep and slow, one hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping the corset like reins. I came three times. He didn’t let himself finish until I collapsed. Then came the final gift: the mask. Delicate. Hand crafted. White porcelain with long lashes, pink cheeks, and lips parted in a permanent gasp. He held it to my face and whispered

“What the—Carissa, did you steal a cadaver from the anatomy lab?!” Her worldview shattered. Carissa rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “Researcher Reeves, you’re not paying attention. That’s not a cadaver.” “Not?” Harper rubbed her eyes and realized it wasn’t human. “What experiment is this?” While Harper looked skeptical, Carissa gazed at her creation like an artist admiring a masterpiece. “A new female-use doll!” she announced, grinning like a cartoon character. “One-to-one human anatomy reproduction—nerve endings, blood vessels, even pores! Isn’t it amazing?”

The guy behind the counter called them matryoshka dolls but is better known as nesting dolls around the world. I took the dolls that have not been painted yet. I hope Evie likes it. I also got Damian a toy that the guy called a pecking hen toy. It is a wooden paddle with 4 hens and a lady on top. At the bottom of each hen, there is a string that connects to a wooden ball. He explained to me that all you do is swing the ball around and it looks like the hens are pecking at something. It also looks like the woman is throwing some crumbs to the hens. It is actually quite intriguing. I bought one of each toy.

I never find any occasion to wear it. I got down from my bed and took the gown from her hand and went to washroom for changing. I changed my dress and wore the gown. It has a small V cut neckline with half sleeves. The gown is really beautiful. I came out from washroom and seeing me Ruhi's mouth is now wide opened. She clapped her hands a few times and said," oh my God di!! You are looking like a Barbie Doll! I just rolled my eyes and said sarcastically, " stop pampering me. Just tell me I am looking ok or not"

And when she saw the doll lying inside, she could not help but be stunned. Most of the doll’s body was made of ceramics, which looked beautiful, and it was also a fully automatic doll. When moving, it would grab a flute in one hand and whistle, while the other hand would hold a chirping bird. She was surprised because this doll was a unique creation, and the person who had designed and created it named it the “Bird Tamer”. It was priced at 6.25 million, and it was the only one in the world. Daisie glanced at him. “Colton, are you spending Dad’s money again?”